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Текст песни:

featuring Tha Alkaholiks

Xzibit:
When it comes to shit like this
I always get it right the first time
playa haters and snakes
waitin′ for mistakes
But that′s the breaks the highs and lows
Of the industry
D.I.T.C. and X to the Z
Bringin′ it live
Get it crackin′ to the third degree
Xzibit breakin′ niggas down like H.I.V.
We gring rap to your city like B.E.T.
But still feel California
Is the place to be, Catashtrophy...

Tash:
The Alkaholiks is back to fry you
Xtra crispy
With the skills that make the plots
to dis me Xtra risky
Cause the time it takes to infiltrate
And stop my forward motion
California will have broken off
And fell into the ocean
Cause i rocked around the world
With my ill type skill
Step for real or I′ll leave your grill scarred like Seal
Cause I regulate the sectin where the drinks
Is gettin blended
Certifed bartender
So catch the 40
When I send it your way

Xzibit:
Niggas that hustle
Till the day light break
Go to county 20 times
Still can′t go straight
Don′t nothin in the mothafuckin′
World come free
I′ll never see a nine to five
Cause it just ain′t me
(It′s like this)
Xzibit shall hustle, lift build muscle
And think like Russell
Survive and bring it live and direct
To any crowd through out the world
Like this come home
And smoke a spliff in the benz
With Swift

Chorus(2 Times)

Xzibit:
I′m fucked up J-Ro

J-Ro:
Yo i′m fucked up to
Lookin′ at these bitches
From a birds eye view
My name is J-Ro from tthe Likwit Crew

Hurricane G:
So what nigga is it you wanna do

J-Ro:
My flow is metaphorical
Historicly correct
What do you expect from a nigga
With my intellect
East coast representing West coast gangsta
New I ain′t trippin′
I call up King Tee we go dippin′
Through the streets
Pumpin′ hard core Likwit beats
Flowin′ air blowin′ loungin′
Inn them leather seats
Think gback how we used to rock the house party
Now we jsut fuckin′ it up for everybody

Xzibit:
How dare you try to compare
Yourself to the original
Professional Xzibit break you down
Like correctional Facilitys
Limit all capabilities muthafuck MC′s
Hard to read like Japanese
I′m spreading like disease
So I can′t be stopped
By who you run with your click
Or the Btich ass cops
Xzibits′ first LP
It hit your black like crack rock
I′m blowin′ up your spot by remote
Mr. Cut Throat

J-Ro:
I"m from Cystal-ifornia
I warned ya I′d be on ya
The Ro is outer national
Cold as Henne-sota
I smoke 12 MC′s a day
Just to fill my quota
From Fourty 0-hio
All the way to Ore-gin
Buddy my fingers are bloody Now I′m Washing-ten
I clown from Brew-york
Down to Mi-ti-ami
I soak up game like a shammy
Understand me?

Hook

Tash:
So Elizabeth it′s MC′s
That′s comin′ to join ya
Some will be from NYC And some will be from California
Cause I drop the lyrics on you
From beneath the Earth′s surface
Where I write rhymes so fresh
I try to bite my own verses
Cause the purpose of my flow
Is to let you know
My style is badder than the water
Down in Mexico
Cause RICO blend styles liek juice and gin
I got the Likwit shit
That have you seein′ double
Like the Twins

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Yo, turn it up a little so you (Focus)

Homeboy I ain′t never gon let em take me under
I maintain with a mindframe to bring the rain and the thunder
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
and focus(focus) on the days and times(focus) that approach us

Verse 1
Bad seeds is planted to grow large and toke us
Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts
Hear me not, believe me later
You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega
A full clip to make this bullshit stop
I′m in the struggle to bring the underground to the top
Head lock, Las Angeles, home of the scandalous
And beautiful bitches, smell the aroma
Nothin but doja, the Likwit soldier
Quick to fold you in half, sit back and laugh at you
Xzibit standing firm ground like a stone statue
You ever have a .45 slug blown at you?
We unstoppable, so everything is possible

Chorus
Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That′s (focus) the only to survive and stay on top
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus(focus) on the days and times that approach us
(repeat)

Verse 2
Be on the lookout
Cause this year some niggas gettin took out
Takin off of the scene
Man versus machine
I live between a rock and a hard place
About face stand straight
This is General X
Dedicated to the critics that hope and pray
That some day I′ll go soft
And try to swing with a gimmick and fall off
Runnin with dogs you can′t call off
Isolate to eliminate
That′s the mind state
Never violate
I make your whole chest dialate
Defeat my appetite to annhilate
I carry the weight from state to state
Spread the product
Tired of friends and relatives gettin shot up
It′s time for some action like Redman and B-Real
Cause I can be a dead man if I stand still
Too close for comfort, I′m under the gun
Like a felon going back
I′m ready to crack
Making niggas role the credits and fade to black
fade to black fade to black fade to black

Chorus

Yeah, everyday of my life
Got clear thinking, and everything stay tight
Drop bomb shit
Only bomb shit
Here come Xzibit to break it down like this

Chorus

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

ft. Nate Dogg

[Xzibit]
I′ve beeeeen this way and I can′t stop (ah)
Hands on the ball and I won′t drop (no)
Half-assed rhymes that you can′t watch (no)
It ain′t cause I want to it′s cause I got-ta
Get it Crip while the gettin is good
before the game is 10% skill and 90% Hollywood
I don′t need that, I don′t believe that
E′rybody gon′ get hurt, if I do dirt
I flirt with the idea of quittin′ the game
Nah!! I′ma evolve continue to change
It take brains, balls and backbones to get it on
and keep it on, we keepin it movin, to each his own
So I spit about it, whatever I feel about it
I′m just bein real about it; X get hot nigga forget about it
Speech don′t failllll me now
Dedicated to the enemies and friends that hold me down

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
(We) back on line (We) came to ride
(We) deal (We) stack (We) multiply
(We) stay on the grind (Until) we die
And back for mo′, cause we can′t get enough

[Xzibit]
Above the rest, accept no less
Go ahead, check the game, be my guest
Somethin brand new and heavy to get off my chest
Win time after time ′til there ain′t none left
Hardhat, punch the clock, back to work
I′m bigger, stronger, faster, built to hurt
everybody and anybody who come to my party
like they ready to get roudy and touch somebody
Who′s that nigga y′all came to see? "X!"
Often imitated, but cannot be, "X!"
What′s next, collect respect like paychecks
Straight to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex
What do you believe in? I believe in
seizin the moment, livin and dyin to spit with a vengeance
Here for redemption - been around forever
Y′all cats were just too blind to listen

[Chorus]

[Nate Dogg]
It ain′t my fault.. we keep droppin hits
And you can′t spit like this, so I′m takin yo′ bitch
It ain′t shit changed.. we gon′ bang like this
And I′m drinkin this fifth, we still don′t take no shit

[Xzibit]
I got a "Sixth Sense," that tells me you ain′t worth six cents
I′m sick with my sixth sense
Whattup Doc? I′m gettin down to business
Crooked ass the cops to the Rampart district
Loose yourself in the music, move it or lose it
Abuse it, let′s booze it, please don′t confuse it with the
next man, it′s the X Man rollin
Stand firm, solid as the ground I′m holdin
Make mine +Golden+, permanent +State+ issue
Stacked with the wealth that you can′t take witchu
Long range missile, if we got issues
I′ma squeeze this shit and nobody gon′ miss you
I′ma keep swingin ′til the medics come get you
We busy, stay off my line, you can′t get through
Peep the design from the mastermind
Yo Dre, bring that shit back one more time!

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Speaking:
And so it was written, and after all these things,
I saw another angel come down from heaven
Having great power and the eath was lighted with his glory
And he cried mightily with the strong voice saying "Babylon the great has
fallen,
it′s fallen and has become the habitation of devils
and the home to every fowl spirit and a cage of very unclean and hateful men"

What you see is what you get now
Xzibit never wait around for kick downs, get my own shit, blowe
Shot heard around the world
Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple
To make things simple my existance is to ripple through time
Only concern is what is mine, divine, never monkey shine
walkin′ down the very thin line, holdin′ wait, runnin′ crazy in the streets,
yeah
Plus the company I keep work in overtime
while you oversleep don′t wanna see none of this evil I speak
Around on the atlas, cume la matra, the super actress
You all get close-lined and pinned the mattress
All day, every day, every which way
Who said to can′t have your take, you need a tune (fuck you)
This is a hard time on planet earth
for what it′s worth Xzibit stand station without reabilitation like this

Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters,
gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it
moving

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home
And that′s the real shit

You got more than you bargained for
Hit the floor I pull a fast one to let you know that today could be your last
one,
black, take your breath like an asthma attack
Just a slave like Flava Flav, you′re blind to the fact
Mr. X to the Z the Liks and King T
guranteed to bring the house down naturally
Niggas knowin′ no limits lime Master P
makin′ you motherfuckin′ bastards see,
what, a whole different breed of MC
Realize it′s you against me, catch a three-hundred and sixty degree
roundhouse to the mouth right
and like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright
I feelin′ like my whole life is a green light never turn red
′cause I strike like a rattle-snake, lock like a dread
Niggas wanna bump heads but they better off dead
Came crashin′ through the door like the Feds, bring it

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home
And that′s the real shit

And yeah, everybody start to rush
Swingin′ through is your friendly neighborhood lush
I crack your bottle than watch how Xzibit bust
I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate
Uh set it straight and start to shakin′ you down, breakin′ new ground,
construction work
heavy artilary, put your dick in the dirt
Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt
Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt
Get cut from th belly up
I burnt the chain fast lane, suck my sugar cane
I′m tryin′ to spart that niggas brain while you entertain trivial things,
material things, protected by the underground kings
who rule the land with an iron fist
The "Men In Black", if we flash can′t remember shit
You cross me, I′ll make you pay like the government, I wanna kill Sam
′cause my package came short 12 grames, get the picture

Pimps, players, hoes, hustlers, willes thugs, ballers, busters,
gangstas, macks everyday, all day, shot callers, even high rollers keep it
moving

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah, yeah

What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wow
Bless the child like a hoe who′s on flesh ′n bone
and no matter where I roam I feel right at home

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

ft. M.O.P.

Yeah! AO WWW, AO WWW!
C′mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh
M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z)
Yeah baby, that′s right, you know how we do it
One time, X, where you at my nigga?
FIYAHHHH!!!!

[Xzibit]
I spread the hate, like Taliban records and tapes
Shoot five times to the sky, gimme some space
I got y′all, runnin in place, cut to the heart of the subject
(MASH OUT NIGGAZ!) Straight from the gutter you love it
Ain′t nothin above it, we stomp y′all religiously
Watchin paper thugs tryin to hide behind the industry
From here to infinity, love thy enemy
Niggaz got the knowledge but don′t know the chemistry
All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps
with baseball bats (′TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC)
Full body black fatigues, lungs black from weed
In black limo tinted SUV′s with Bill

[Billy Danze]
STILL (still) WORLD (world) FAMOUS
The underdogs of rap, back to claim this, the fact remain we′re
heartless and painless, it′s dangerous to strangers
that try to change us, knowin we′re anxious to flame ′em

[Chorus 2X: Xzibit + M.O.P.]
[X] Huh, you want problems I′ma bring ′em to you
[B] We cockin them thangs
[X] Yeah, I got a song let me sing it to you
[B] We ready to bang
[X] Yeah, you talk impressive, you don′t mean it do you?
[B] Watch where you aim
[F] Get lost in the game, get tossed in the flames, nigga

[Billy Danze]
You must wanna throw the towel in holmes, it′s your man B.D.
From N.Y.C., the N.Y.G. (IT′S)
M.O.P., and X to the Z
is a friend of our family (YEAH MY NIGGA)
For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players
I rub you under your face with single-edged razors
Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.′s and REBEL MEN
Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT
(From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.)
Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
Do you really wanna fuck with Danze? (c′mon)
When he comin with them thugs in the van
Double clutch in his hands, my nigga

[Lil′ Fame]
Make the world flame! Face the Fame-ster, part, Fame-ster
Y′all niggaz akin to God and gangsters
(YOU SEE IT!) It′s the M dot, to the O dot, to the P
With X to the Z hot, what′s happenin?

[Chorus]

[Interlude 2X: Xzibit]
Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater
Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later
Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it
Look alive, these streets is complicated

[Lil′ Fame]
AO WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
You got problems with us? Start poppin
I get in yo′ chest like anthrax, vaccine couldn′t stop it
Let′s move on ′em (aoww) must move on ′em
Rush in, gun-bustin, black seven plus tools on ′em
Never snooze on ′em, I′m short, haven′t got room for ′em
I send you to God with no shoes
CLUELESS! Real G′s run this, we rule this
If you wanna get into some gangsta shit, let′s do this
(YES SIR!) No question, no half-steppin
Streets is my profession, heat in my posession
Hollow-tips is the answer; look around you see the signs
say "NO SMOKIN" but our guns got cancer!

[Xzibit]
Yeah cause I′m not (I′m not) what you thought I was
Like my career was gon′ fade like a fuckin buzz
Raise the stakes high, I solidify
the grip that I keep on shit, GET OFF MY DICK!

[Chorus]

[random ad libs to fade]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Verse 1]
When I look you in your eyes I can see my own
Straight love manifested in flesh and bone
You′s a breath of fresh air in this world of shit
You was born to be a soldier don′t ever forget
Hit back when hit
Use force that′s effective
All these bitches and women
Son, please be selective
This is California can′t stick your dick in everything
We will survive necessarily by any means
Let no man ever hold you down or supress you
It′s the 90′s the police just arrest you,
disrespect you on occasion take life
By the time you come of age they′ll probably blast on sight
It′s a shame they protect them but try to serve us
When your neck is on the line stand ground then bust
In God we trust but just incase keep it loaded and locked
Ready to rock
Then shake the spot
The Foundation

[Verse 2]
You came from a long line of killers and drug dealers
Who forever smoke bud
So it′s probably in your blood
Realize you can only run the streets so long
Then the streets run you into the ground then gone
It′s kinda ruff trying to teach you what′s right from wrong
Same shit different day
It′s the same ol′ song
If the time ever comes that I meet my match
Take control of my assets
Fuck startin′ from scratch
Take care of your mother
Keep yourself on track
Just cause niggas get behind you don′t mean they got your
back
Beware of the serpent
Cause there′s a time in life the mothafucker will strike
And try to make you loose sight
Don′t be a fake mothafucker tryin′ to keep shit real
Fill cassettes with idle threats with no guts to kill
Son if you ever pull heat
Then use it
If you got a chance to walk away
Then do it
Total domination takes full concentration in all situations
A solid foundation

[Verse 3]
You are the foundation
Beginning of a new generation
I remember hospital hallway pacin′
I was anxious as fuck to see your face shine
Only to find that yours looked like mine
So it′s like I′m livin′ twice at the exact same time
In this life you can′t press stop
Then press rewind
Gotta live to the fullest never follow behind no man
Have your own plan, expand your mind
Ain′t no paper thin game to raise wannabe thugs
This is nothing but love
Via sattelite Muggs
Take heed when it′s your turn to bring new life
Make sure it′s the woman you gonna make your wife
Be prepared for the worst
But expect the best
No matter where life takes you
Come home to the West
Survival takes more than just gats and guns
That′s words to live by
From a father to a son
Foundation.


@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Ok, alright, alright. You got me up? Is the Mic On?
Yeah. I pledge allegiance to the un-united streets of Los Angeles
Check this shit out, yeah yeah...Come on, Ha!
You thought I was about to start right there right?
Y′all motherfuckers turn this shit up, it′s X to the motherfucking Z
Yeah...Ha, welcome to my planet..

[Verse 1]
Some things money just can′t buy
From what I seen now that′s a God damn lie
Been involved in some other shit, ran from the government
Landed the mother ship, thanks for the ride
My niggaz still bang like the wrath of Cain
Fast lane, smack ya bodyguard and take ya chain
And it′s all in another day′s work for me
I spit the truth, the truth gone set y′all free SO-
What′s my anti-drug? Drugs!
Anti-drugs is when I can′t get none, for fun
I drop flows, punk the punk rappers
Load clips for nines and clap with gun clappers
Listen, too many motherfucking cooks in ya kitchen
Missin′ the most important part of life ′cause you bitchin′
Bitchin′ so much you should tuck ya nuts
And dick between ya thighs and color your eyes
And wax your legs and buy some bras and thongs
And go crazy in the nightclub for sisqo′s songs
You a hook motherfucker with the Jordache look
Bring lead with ya heat so the beef can cook

[Chorus: Xzibit]
Who′s sticking to the script like pistol grip?
Xzibit, tradition of X-cellence
Hit ′em up, this westside G.S.B
Openbar all night drinks for free
Victory ′cause we make history
niggaz actually have the audacity
We the shit from the get and we set to win
Straight hard on a bitch y′all sensitive
[singing]
My life, my world, X to the Z
The streets done took so much from me
Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy
I close my eyes and pray just to see
Another day I live to breathe
My life, my world, this is realityyyyy
(Yeah, Welcome to my planet)

[Verse 2]
I done had sleep for dinner, natural born sinner
Watched fiends suck crack through car antennas
Now that we winning motherfuckers aim to get us
The game is vicious constant hostile conditions
For the times I dropped Jewels and nobody would listen (nope)
A new position, got a couple of pots to piss in
Got the aim of Oswald nigga I ain′t missin′
If everybody eating′ who the fuck gone clean the kitchen
I got vision, and a real deep suspicion
About a lot of rappers reps and they street conditions
Everybody got bricks of yay, claim they do crimes that pay
And tell you that it paved the way (BULLSHIT!)
Well only a few niggaz really came up this way
With gunplay day-to-day quick to blow you away
Trying to sound like snoop, trying to ball like Dre
I just think you mutherfuckers ain′t got shit to say

[Chorus: Xzibit]
Who′s sticking to the script like pistol grip?
Xzibit, tradition of X-cellence
Hit ′em up, this westside G.S.B
Openbar all night drinks for free
Victory ′cause we make history
niggaz actually have the audasity
We the shit from the get and we set to win
Straight hard on a bitch y′all sensative
[singing]
My life, my world, X to the Z
The streets done took so much from me
Fuck what you heard this is realityyyyy
I close my eyes and pray just to see
Another day I live to breathe
My life, my world, this is realityyyyy
(Yeah, Welcome to my planet)

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Xzibit]
Last but not least we off the leash
The Art of War reach for your masterpiece
Feel the release from the phantom bangs you
Snatched off put you in a frame and hang you
Comin at you niggas from a different angle
Arch Angel choke hold and strangled
Kay Slay the game turn the tables
Get cables, I′m Kane you Abel
Start bullshit, conflicts, labels
Man handled, murder, mangled
Life support cut short we hold court
In the street make a nigga sleep six feet deep
Fuck piece bare back doggystyle
Cement ya feet and hold ya down
Throw you off the bridge and watch you drown
Last one to laugh its over now

[Hook]
We′ll trade ya six and pancake ya loan
Break ya bitch and take ya doe
Shake ya Crys and take it whoa
Layin down the whole dance floor
(Break yourself right now)
Open bar free drinks this way
Walkin the West, possin the South
Coke can put these in ya mouth
Hands up jack the whole crowd
(Break yourself right now)

[Xzibit]
Break crash from ya ass so don′t rush to bust
Bitches die, cry, and lust for us
Damn it feel good to be platinum plus
Don′t fuck wit us cuzz we dangerous
Hold fans like fiends on Angel Dust
Clean get aways I get out the cuffs
Coast like a sailor you fuckin fucks
I done hand it hard to keep in touch
Don′t pop the Crys I pop the clutch
Pop one to ya mouth cuzz you talk too much
Way in over ya head you get played
Left holdin the bag like John Forte
Built for this all work no play here to stay
The rest get blown away
Built for this all work no play here to stay
The rest get blown away
C′mon

[Hook]

[Xzibit]
Neva seen heard felt befo
Wanna rumble wit us just start the show
Fill up the chamber let me go
Out of town before the shells hit the floor
Duck tape ski mask professional
Fuck y′all, y′all homosexual
Hangin on my dick like testicle
Pop you disappear, "Where did he go?"
Pop up some where in Mexico
Rotate relate respect the flow
Hospital bed you vegetable
Can′t walk can′t talk lettin you know
We hit the hardest ask ya ho, at my show
Seen her in the front row
To the back stage in there she blow
There she blew
Then send her back to you (hello)

[Hook - 3X]

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Xzibit - repeat 3X]
Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo′ sho′
Please stop runnin yo′ mouth let′s go
Actin like you′ve never seen a dick befo′
All these bitches in here

[Xzibit]
Will the real X to the Z please stand up?
With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck
Stickin ′em up at point blank range
They say the more things change, they stayin the same
I can′t complain
Type of shit that make you wish you was dead
Make you fight the curb, a stomp down on the back of your head
Blow it out like a afro pick
Attract bitches like flies to shit
Pop pills and ride the dick
Niggaz can′t swing this quick, I′m Dark McGwire
Bangin shit over the fence with Rottweiler
Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even
killin they own, let it be known, it′s like

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
It ain′t safe where I′m from
Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome
Rather be caught with it than caught without one
Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own

[Xzibit]
I′m pullin pistols if you don′t break bread
Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head
Now print this in your industry books
If it wasn′t for crooks you niggaz′d still sport the Jordache look
Hit the switch, front to back, side to side
Natural born killers never let shit slide
Never rely on the next man to swing for you
A rock and a hard place, duck between the two
And y′all bitches just somethin to do, don′t get it twisted
You′re easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin
It go simple as that, I′m never givin half to a rat
I′d rather bam to your face with a bat
You get tied down to the tracks
Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can′t turn back
This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact
and I′ma bring to yo′ chest like an asthma attack, ya heard?

[Chorus 1/2]

[Xzibit - repeat 2X]
Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo′ sho′
Please stop runnin yo′ mouth let′s go
Actin like you′ve never seen a dick befo′
All these bitches in here

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Intro:
Interviewer:
If you saw you walking on a street and a
black man were comin′ torward you
what would you be feeling?

Scared man:
Just one single black man? (yeah)
I really don′t fear that
You know but if it′s a group I′m talking from age thirt
even thirteen even younger than
thirteen. Yes I will walk across the street.

Interviewer:
Well let me ask you this...

Hook:
"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me" -Ghostface Killah on ′Shark Niggas
(Biters)′
"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me knowhatI′msayin′?" (x2)

Xzibit:
Yo we gettiin′ restless me and D.O.G.s
Never pretendin′ rather we sendin′ a very clear message
Either you with me or against me punk hit ′em up
Provide housin′ for these shrimp from the shells we dump
I′m makin′ ′em bounce other niggas fail to bump
Til we takin′ advantage of inflicting irreversable damage
It′s the long awaited anticipated Likwit MC
Bombin′ first cause I feel it′s better to give then receive
You better believe
Xzibit stays savage above the average
When niggas try to switch turn bitch for the cabbage
But see all that irrelevant it′s like tryin′ to turn a whore celibate
I dance with the devil for the hell of it
Burning down your lavish lanndscape on digital tape
Cause everything you rhymin′ about is actually fake
So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin′ you rankin′ top dollar but really counterfeit

Hook

Montageone:
Niggas we null and void I get swole like a keyloid
To overload your system with rhymes for millenniums
To shut down artists with beats the deep closure
Battlin′ top rank for bank and exposure
So open up your door to me Cause if it′s closed
I′m a brakin′ in with some pantyhose
Over the mic
So you don′t know who I sound like
Executing those who record and bite to sound tight
It′s not permitted by the right
The Gustopo surprising these niggas like Benny Blanco
Remember me man? You thought I was a fan till I threw you in the back of a
van
Yo these Drop Squad delegates rhymes are delicate
I spit on the mic to get these MC′s pussys wet
For those with plans to clone me thee original
It can′t be done I′m digital (digital)

Hook

Xzibit:
Yo who wanna come see the hard rock?
The non stop green block yo whole block recieve speed knot
You need not
Get brave my bullets never graze
They hit close to home seperating flesh from bone
So better get off on your own bitch
Rollin′ chrome shit tryin′t to own shit
I was molded, after the best that the streets had to offer
The author of my own destiny
So I suggest you stop stressin′ me
I′ll find out when I pull my nine out and blow your mind out
Play a deadly game with no fouls and no time outs
Inhale large amounts of dojah forever ready like a soldier
I′m lock mode and shoot from the shoulder
And burn down your lavish landscape digital tape
Cause everything you rhyme about is actually fake
So make room for the legitamate nasty inconsiderate
Thinkin′ you rankin′ top dollar but really counterfeit

Hook

"I don′t want niggas soundin′ like me. On no album"

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro]

I really wish I could you know at twenty-one
youknowhatI′msayin′,he he, yo yo
[I′ma tell you exactly why I do the things
I do, youknowhatI′m sayin′]
Gotta carry the weight youknowhatI′msayin′
Go ahead
Yeah! I break it down like this

Verse One:

You see I don′t like to remenisce about the past
The lower class, no clout livin′ hand to mouth
Each and every wrong move the police keep count
make it real fuckin′ easy to get streched out
I was at the funeral when it all began
You know the painful transition from a boy to men
I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine
didn′t understand death nearly lost my mind
But see life moves on and broke niggas can′t change it
Age ten, new step family arrangement
at thirteen, I started gettin′ hair on my dick
And noticed me and my sister were gettin′ treated like shit
I would forever be hit with anything in reach
Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach
about forgiveness, patience all the shit that he lacked
Gettin′ jump when he said and the head gat cracked
physical contact was in form of a slap
at the age of fifteen Xzibit now hit back
courtesy of my stepbrother, who taught me to scrap
Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black
Ran away from the house of Teresa and Nate
Into juvenile detention where I built up hate
I don′t remember the date of the judical debate
but legally I was now in custody of the state

Chorus:

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what′s up to Xzibit and I still don′t speak
I′m trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way to release this hate

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink
Say what′s up to Xzibit and I still don′t speak
I′m trying to contemplate the next move to make
Gotta find some way Xzibit carry the weight

Interlude: Xzibit, [J-Ro]

[Yeah it′s fucked up though man]
[YouknowhatI′msayin′]
Yo
[The fuck you doin′ in jail]
Insane man, I don′t know man, he he he
[Yeah wats goin′ on down there, gotta get out dude]
Yeah I be out in couple of weeks man
YouknowI′msayin′
[It′s popin′ man]
It′s cool yo fuck that
[It′s popin′ out here]
They can go on and on for that
[I′m tellin′ you it′s popin′ man come home]

Verse Two:

And that was worse then the treatment I was gettin′ at home
but only now I was fucked up plus all alone
My father talkin′ all crazy to me over the phone
Turned age sixteen now on my own
Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too
with no hesitation lock load then blast you
Without a hastle we in a town of hicks
fuckin′ all these chicks
Sellin′ rock by the bricks
so we feelin′ like we mothafuckin′ Nino Brown
At the house when the mothafuckin′ man touched down
Screamin′ demands "Let me see your goddamn hands (now)"
A.T.F. cause of handguns and contraban
we never kept it in the house
So of course we clounded
Only found one pistol took us all down town
We be out by the end of the afternoon
gettin′ drunk on the strip let the system BOOM!
Who would assume Mr. QK would chill with a wife
Ty and Matt caught bodies
Now they spend there life behind bars
catchin′ scars that will not heal
niggas don′t know the half about keepin′ it real

Chorus 1 1/2

outro:

Like this
Like this, like that
Yeah! gotta carry the weight
Like this euh!
Bringin live
Yeah! yeah! like this
It′s Xzibit
Gotta carry the weight
Like that yo!
Like that yo!

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

(Xzibit talkin)
Listen to this, I′m just tryna do this for us
You know what I′m sayin, you scream at the top of your fucking lungs
Yeah, I′m just tryna do this hard work and get this good between us baby, yeah

Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, Veronica
Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica
How you think I learned how to twist it and turn
Ya back until it′s broke, make you feel it in your throat
It was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, Nicole
Had me fuckin while I was drivin on cruise control
Can′t wait to get it home and teach it all to you
Look I′m just tryna be the best, I′m doin it all for you
You know that thing with the peanut butter
My Brooklyn bitch said fuck untyin the ropes,
it′s faster with a box cutter
I know you love the way I′m diggin you out
But always wanna fuckin aruge so let′s figure this out
I′m just tryna make you happy bitch
Who′s there for you anytime you get in the mood for suckin a dick
I took the time out to find out what ya like
You bust fifteen nuts, wanna get up and fight
So look

(Chorus)
You should thank of all the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I′m gettin got me fuckin you right
Never took time to see it and plus
All you thinkin ′bout is yourself, I′m thinkin for us
You love the way I beat it down when I come in the house
And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couch
You should thank all of the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I′m gettin got me fuckin you right

It was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and Tammy
Made me spend some extra days in Miami
Candy, Trisha, Prescilla, Melissa
Showed X to the Z it′s better with three
Who could fuck your ass better than me (pssst)
I think not, hard knock the cock, welcome to my sweat shop
I pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day
You could say I didn′t do this shit
Unsatisfied bitches gotta go out and chase the dick
And that′s just not the thing to do
So I learn new shit from the next bitch and teach it to you
Now don′t you love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah)
When we be fuckin and we thuggin baby (hell yeah)
The way I hit it when I pump it baby (hell yeah)
And don′t I spit it when I bust it baby (hell yeah)

(Chorus)

I insist that we fuckin on videotape
Just incase a bitch lose face and try and call rape
If you know somethin that might excite up our late night
Got an open invite to lay us a pipe
Make ya head feel like your wet, warm and tight
I′ll go from all night ′til the sun turn bright
Two wrongs don′t make it right bitch, no need to cheat
(Pussy just a piece of meat, another means to eat)
Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of fact
You only tell me that you love me when you′re flat on your back
You wanna leave me now bitch, my fuckin feelings is hurt
Why am I the only one that′s tryna make this work

(Chorus)
(Tray D talking to fade)

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

featuring King Tee

King Tee:
Now let me introduce whose first
The nigga that′s been down
with the set since birth
Whatever it was worth
I checked in on the norm
Since a juvenile callin′
Shots in the dorm
Moms said you better get right
Or shake the spot
I chose to break and be a rollin′ stone
Like pop
Stashin′ the rocks by the gats
With the Gs
So I can talk crazy when the narks yell freeze!
I don′t fight the feelin′
Gotta hustle with a passion
Comin′ cross state to put you down
With some action
In actuallity I keeps it real in the streets
Remininsin′ younger days
Over gangsa ass beats
And I,
Hit the weed
Til myeye balls bleed
While my life is corrupted
By lust and greed
Serve you anything from cocaine
Up to speed
I came with the drank
So here′s five on the weed

Xzibit:
See kids don′t belong
Up in grown folks buisness
The Likwit niggas rollin′ through with a thickness
Sickness bear witness
Like tequlla without a chaser
It burns going down
Niggas guarenteed to drown
Legendary sound
From the west coast underground
The mighty King Tee
And Mr. X to the Z, see
Never underestimate the power
Of the X man
Dismantle your plans
Or just catch you with a back hand
Xzbit bring it to you live
With the know how
Cool in a gang
And ain′t about to change
My lifestyle
Catchin′ bodies in this uphill battle
But Xzibit unravel
Have smoke will travel
I bust Teflon rhymes
Into the crowd, bitch
You anin′t Steve Rif
So stop trying to get Loud
You need to pump your brakes to avoid the collision
Xzibit still winnin′
Unanimous decisions

King Tee:
It′s going down
Once again everybody lay down
Run your money and the jewels
To the front without a sound
The infamous supreme King Tee
Glad to meet ya
Derranged in the mothafuckin′ brain
Through ya speaka and hey
I walk around the hood lookin′ looped
Strapped like a mothafuckin′
Desert strom troop
Niggas be like "King Tila
How you get that Benz?"
By sending birds to Oklahoma City
To my friends
I slang my gangsta funk
Through the night
Sometimes I fight
Like I′m the ghost of Eric Wright
Compton is where I dwell
It′s like hell
Slangin′ the shit that got the smokers
In a spell
And all my homies live lives
Like crooks
Rich and infamous
Hoes wanna look but get shook
Cause we don′t trust you hoes
You′ll have a nigga fucked up
With a bullet through his clothes
Positively nothings positive
Negativity positively how we live
Positively nothings positive
Negativity positively how we live

Xzibit:
Ladies and gentlemen
Undivided attention
Xzibit get you open like Nicole Brown Simpson
It′s the...
Most dangerous things next to grizzles
Unsolved mysteries
Xzibit hit you penetentary style
Quick sharp and straight to the neck
I′m heavy on your chest
I′m all up in your life
Like stress
The coast that resides to your left
Whre niggas perpitrate
And catch a fate worse than death
And like Cyanide I′m hard to detect
Got more desighns and stragiht lines
Than an architect
King Tee chapter four
Verse seven reads
Xzibit shall come and break down humanity
Niggas lose ther′re sanity
Trying to handle me
Dysfunctional member of the Alkaholik family

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

Verse One:

The official representative, LAC
This is phrophecy manifested by X to the Z
Victory, strike a B-Boy stance in khaki pants
Never get along like red and black ants, advance
When your staring and this concrete that move like liquid
Like a nigga withouth legs, I ain′t tryin to kick it
To much to finish, a menace, without enought time
My mind only give punchline, you probably thinkin of the wrong kind
Cause if it jokes, nigga know
The kind that drop on your eyes, your ears, your nose, and your throat
I promote self-defense not dollars and sense
Kick it with scholars and pimps, you just the last part over the fence
Assed out in the open, while you was hopin that Xzibit was second rate
But I refuse to make; just another record in the crate
I think not, got bee-bops
I bring it to your house like pizza

"Today we are on the streets of South Central Los Angelos, a fight for
survival"

"We have people that are conditioned not to expect to live past age thirty.
They no longer. Once they no longer care they′re extremely dangerous."

Verse Two:

Stand at attention, make sure you keep your piece clean
When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines
Hit and decapatate the bird case, featherweight
Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate
Xzibit crash the gate, heavyweight, box em in
Seal off the exits, then cut off your Oxygen
Xzibit run with a regiment of veterans
I only like to come out Late Night, like Dave Letterman
Time for some medicine, cause niggas bout to get sick
Callin me a hater cause I don′t ride dicks
Read my lips, we got problems like Bloods and Crips
Love the sound of clips when I know my shit
Chamber Music, this is for the ones with stone-face
That catch you at the right time in the wrong place
We unsafe, One-fifty-one with no chase and no ice
Take away your life like three strikes

Yeah, come on, Chamber Music

Verse Three:

So now Xzibit got a little money, I think its funny
How motherfuckers think I′m supposed to Cher/share like Sonny
Clarify, you don′t work you don′t eat, I repeat
You don′t eat you get weak, catch a fragile physique
Accomplish more in one day, than you can do in a week
The X-Man, Wolverine, one swing to make the cut clean
And the wrong things manifested in flesh
Fuck the game, I take the test, graduate, pass to the S-Class
Catch a roadrash, all you smell is hash
Chronic mix, bumpin the Liks
And dick you like a Hebron fix
Bear-arm from here to a hundred-tweny meters
Get black-walled, modern day Lee Harvey Oswald
The assassin, brother who came blastin
Take it without askin, rappers is all fashion
Xzibit keep mashing through
Got any lost words? I got two
Drive up, on you like that!

Once again Chamber Music, what what, yeah, what the deal? It′s Xzibit.

Get on the ground, get on the ground! Hands on the back of your head, Don′
Move Don′t Move! Get on the ground! * beat to fade *

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

[Xzibit]
(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync
And I′ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don′t make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that′s known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y′all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain′t laughin
Y′all got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it′s all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

[Xzibit]
Judge and jury, don′t get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don′t flop
It′s the best thing crackin my nigga

Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don′t ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Mailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
for all the shit you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can′t come close motherfuckers

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Tell y′all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created equal
I′m lethal, all y′all faggots remain see-through
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get through the world′ll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It′s nonsense, all y′all niggaz want is conflict
Only associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle

[Chorus] - 2X

@ Xzibit

Текст песни:

featuring Ras Kass, Saafir

Intro:
Arabian Voice:Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor
Nurse:Sit down and wait your turn
Xzibit: Sit your ass down

Saafir:
You have, scars in your mask like Seal
That ain′t for real
We′ll have to fix that, yo nigga sit back

Xzibit:
Your flow remind me of a nigga that I just don′t feel
Same style and delivery
Might as well have his grill
Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants
25 hundered get you style enhanced
It′s like...

Saafir:
This, mask right will lift your grill
It′ll put height in your mack
Don′t take to much off
If you want a nose like Michael Jackson

Xzibit:
If you want it done right, nigga come see this
maybe even send your bitch
We can fix them tits
From a C cup to a double D cup
Make them big shits, doctor lick em, yeah

Saafir:
I like to, axe em, jack em for their financial
need a facial I′ll change the skin tone in the inner racial
After I′m done, you might have a little pouch tone
Nothin′ my scaple can′t fix
What kind of face you want

Singing Voice:
I want the kind that make me look like I can rhyme

Saafir:
It′ll cost you

Singing Voice:
But I can find the skrilla, if I can have that nigga face named Saafir!

Saafir:
That′s inposterous, plus I never cloned a microphone
What type of shit you on, I hope you got insurance
Before I sit you on my gurney
And lead you to an anestetic breather
If ya not broke, I′ll save your face like dope and make it right
Casue being fake ain′t tight
You need plastic surgury

Hook:
I hear the same ole rhymes, the same ole style
(It seems you need plastic surgury)X5

Xzibit:
I′m located, at, the bottom of the black list
I like to malpractice, complicate a surgury
Intoxicated, smoke cigaretts, drop ass in your gases
feel the utencil, knife is dull like a pencil
And what?
When a nigga place pussy get fucked
Without a kiss or a hug, like contaminated blood,
Transfused from a junkie
With the hair of Jones, I reconstruct the bones
Of all hip hop clones

Ras Kass:
I date fat girls that weight 215
With low self esteem, cause it′s easier to get the pussy
I′m performing vinyl liposuctions

Saafir:
Phat MC

Ras Kass:
Phat production, motherfuckin′ facial reconstruction
Needles injected 33 RPM of anestic for ? to require cosmetic
sex changes from bitch niggas to ra ra niggas
the only cure for sick lyrics is to implant a hit gimmick

Saafir:
This shit is full blown, you better head to the clinic
After Captain Save A Hoe, we had the luitenit
Operate get straight, we hear to seperate the fake from the classic
niggas get blasted if they plastic

Hook

Ras Kass:
I′m like Dougie Howser MD with a desert eagle
Criminal Genius
operation, seperatin′ them siamese twins hangin′ beneath them niggas penis
Take it to your face like a skin graph
rappers, I specialize in talent transplants (word?)
You want (phat) fat lips nurse get to college
And ten tons of stomach pumps from all the cum you and Richard Gere be
swallowin′
Now followin′ aks Vanna to buy you flowers
so you can C (see) I A (aye) E-Swift O (Oh) U (you) know Y (why)
We remain uncontested to the contender, we can
Million Man March all the way to December
January, Feburary 28th

Saafir:
I, never, wash my hands
The only rubber gloves I wear is on my dick
But I′ll split you quick
Like Jackie Chan, the way I switch my wristhand
I make ya sick, but I′m a doctor, don′t trip
Hopefully, in surgury, I won′t slip
on a tile that file and twist ya lips
Like Collin Powell
Descriptions I′m overwrite
For the ones thats over bitin′ on dental records
bitin′, to God, send your blessings
I′ll put your mask on, fast like Romidon minks
and bitches, I have, ? half blind in the paper, they named me
A Large Professor, a Mad Scientist, with a long line of clients
BITCH! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE
You don′t have an appointment or an application
For me to attack your face in my practice
Never lackin′ when I"m insurting these plastic patches
Seems like you need plastic surgury

@ Xzibit